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eurynome827 · 5 years

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Calendar Girl Six - March - Birthday Boy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,245

Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday, and you have a special surprise for him.

Warnings: LANGUAGE/SMUT 18+ (it’s smutterfluff and not explicit, but the warning is valid).

Author Note: Thank you to my cheerleader @cchellacat for giving this a readthrough to reassure me! Masterlist in blog description!

Tagging @kcd15 @ek823

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Entering your second trimester was indeed good news for you. Not only did your fatigue and nausea ease up as Bruce had mentioned, but your sex drive suddenly went through the roof. So perhaps the second trimester was better news for Bucky.

He certainly wasn't complaining.

Steve got used to Bucky's playful smirk being his only excuse for why he was late for meetings, training, the gym, morning runs - you were insatiable in the morning.

The week of Bucky's birthday was your 16th week of pregnancy. You weren't showing an obvious bump yet, but you certainly felt a lot more comfortable in sweats. When you got your idea for Bucky's birthday, you were unsure about it in more ways than one.

You went to Natasha for guidance.

"I have to be honest with you," Nat said after listening to you lay out your plan, "I think this may be a question for Steve."

"I can't imagine ANYTHING WORSE than asking Steve Rogers for sex advice. ESPECIALLY sex advice concerning his best friend."

Nat sighed. "I get that. Okay, so like you said, this goes one of two ways. Either he doesn't let you out of bed for a week..."

"Or I ruin his birthday by triggering bad memories. This could be A TERRIBLE IDEA."

"Do you have a picture?"

"Not of me, just the item description picture." You opened the Amazon app on your phone and pulled up the picture from your recent orders.

Nat's eyes bugged out. "No, this is a great idea."

"Are you sure??"

"Absofuckinglutely."

The morning of Bucky's birthday, after you finally let him leave the apartment -

("babe, I'm an hour late, I - well what's ten more minutes?" "I'll be done with you in five.")

- you cleaned up from Bucky's breakfast pancakes and replaced the few peanut butter cups that he had swiped from the "Happy Birthday Bucky" message spelled out in treats on the kitchen island. You jumped in the shower to wash the maple syrup off your skin (seriously, you were a wild mess lately) and dressed quickly to bring Bucky's carefully decorated birthday cake downstairs to hand off to the caterers for the party tonight. Then you went back upstairs to your apartment, got ready, and waited in the living room.

At the sound of the door, you jumped up and called out, "Buck?"

"Yeah, babe, you okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine! Are you alone?"

"Yes..." Now he sounded confused.

You swallowed your nerves. "Lock the front door and get in the living room."

For a split second, you were petrified.

Then he saw you.

And his eyes almost fell out of his head like an old cartoon from when he was a kid.

"Well hello there Sergeant Barnes."

You stood on display, watching his eyes as they trailed from your black heels to the stockings over your legs, the garters holding them up visible beneath the hem of the barely-even-a-dress pin up girl army uniform, to your impossibly red lips and the cap cocked at a very Bucky Barnes angle on your head.

Bucky licked his lips and tried to catch his breath. "Fuck....Me."

"That's the idea, babe."

In a heartbeat he had you up in his arms. The dress rode up when you wrapped your legs around his waist and you giggled as he tried to maneuver you down the hallway to the bedroom as fast as he could. He laid you down on the bed as gently as he could and finally, FINALLY kissed you. It was too slow and you pulled him by the back of his neck to try to intensify it and he pulled away.

"Wait, wait."

"What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing is wrong, baby, but I don't want to smear your lipstick before I get a picture."

You bit your lip and smiled up at him. He rushed back to the living room and then returned with his phone and your cap which had been knocked off in the hasty trip down the hall.

"C'mere," he held his hand out to you, and you stood. He replaced your cap just as you'd had it, and stepped back to get a full length picture. You put a hand on your hips and gave him a coy smile.

"Yes, just like that," Bucky breathed out. "God, you're incredible."

You sat on the edge of the bed and crossed your right leg over your left, angling yourself toward him so he had a good view of the bottom of the skirt skimming the curve of your ass.

He took the picture with a groan. You could see him impossibly hard in his sweatpants. Yes, this had been a really, really good idea.

"One more," you said sweetly, and started unbuttoning the dress, easing the strain of the fabric on your body. You had sized up but it was still a tight squeeze. You looked up at Bucky through your eyelashes and saw him take a few more pictures, throw the phone on the dresser and advance on you.

"If I don't get inside of you right now..."

"Be quick now. You can have me again and again. Hours till the party." "If we even go!" Bucky knelt in front of you to remove your shoes. "Get these off, babe, your feet must be killing you."

"Such a softie," you chuckle, "and we have to go, it's YOUR birthday party. I baked the cake."

"Well in that case," he smirked at you as he dragged his hands up your legs, unfastening the garters so he could pull your panties off over the stockings while you unbuttoned the rest of the dress and let it fall open. Bucky took a moment to drop his head between your open legs and slowly lick at the wetness gathered there.

"Get up here."

"Pushy."

You looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. "I need your cock, Sergeant."

"You won't have to ask twice, sweetness."

He had his sweats off and pushed inside you before you could blink.

Two hours later, you finished your second bottle of water of the afternoon and couldn't help laughing. You were laying on the kitchen floor, and Bucky was wearing your cap. Somewhere between the third and fourth times you had both migrated to the kitchen for the candy on the island, and things got out of hand again. You were exhausted, in the best possible way.

"We have to get ready for the party."

"Whatever you say, doll."

"No really. If we shower together we have a chance to be only fashionably late."

"How do you think that's gonna work out, sweetheart?"

You sat up and slapped the cap off his head. "I'm serious."

Bucky laughed and pulled you up, carrying you to the bathroom.

Not too much later you checked your makeup in the hall mirror and grabbed your clutch, turning to take Bucky's outstretched hand.

"This has been the best birthday I've ever had." He leaned down and kissed you gently. "Thank you, for everything. The candy, the brownies, the pancakes,"

"The costume and the mind-blowing sex?" You teased, adjusting his tie.

"Goes without saying," he smirked at you.

"Well, it's not every day my baby daddy turns 102."

Bucky was swept away by friends and well-wishers as soon as you both entered the party. You noticed Nat giving you a very expectant, questioning look.

Without a word, you tossed her a wink, and a smile.

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